The huge woman from the cradle to the enclosure that holds her remains, has three years that has gone. She did so with the desire to grow, even in the worst circumstances of life. What ingratitude of destiny! She left us when most needed.
Friend, companion, sister. For her immense will to live, her desire to stamp in black and white the best account, the precise reporting, timely, courageous commentary or illuminating interview.
Three years have passed and I still feel in my ears the ticking of the old typewriter, visualize her sitting in the wheelchair in the corner of the room, the little place chosen to be accompanied with books, notes and figures. Always prepare the script for a program or writing a serial historic town.
Chronicle for a great woman, is the title I came to write and bring her to the present. Angel smile, short hair, look calm, strength in the word and love for the work performed, were attributes that marked her in the passage through life.
Radio Ariguanabo was her home. Here the race cut her teeth as a journalist, the greatness of Federated, the vocation of knowing the truth that feeling and fortitude. Here in the halls now miss her steps, she was seen arriving full of dreams, optimistic and full of youth. I thought not even take the path of journalism when she was consecrated. Recorder in hand, the testimony was a first and the truth behind her, the word was her best shield for the incompetent.
Many times I had with me and learned of her serenity, her nobility, her talent multiplied in every man or woman who greeted her on the street. Next to her, I shared the hardest cyclone, the dream medal on the chest of a marathon runner, the performance of troubadour and timely home run of the best players. Simplicity, love, rudeness in the heart, the incongruities of life, made her to be strong, but without losing the gentleness she brought from the crib.
The fatal episode of her death, she returns to my eyes as if pushed by an image I do not want to relive. We always went to the journalist of the future, the model mother who knew of sacrifices to raise the baby and make him a good man, regardless of the circumstances in which she did.
So you were and so I feel you. Elisa Franchi Alfaro Viera. Immense stature of guerrilla woman, owner of the pen that criticized without fear and with pride.
Thank you for the legacy you gave us!. Rest in peace in the backwater of the immortals. The cold porcelain sculpture keeping you woman, shrinking before the immensity of your eyes, closed to the world, but open to people like me, thank you and look, because you will always be a lesson to learn.